Commercial Space Flight
The craft, carried to 50,000 feet by a mother ship called the White Knight (it looks a lot like the White Star from Babylon 5
The craft, carried to 50,000 feet by a mother ship called the White Knight (it looks a lot like the White Star from Babylon 5) flies the rest of the way powered by a "hybrid rocket motor," running on nitrous oxide and solid hydroxyl-terminated polybutylene (HTPB). In other words, it burns laughing gas and rubber. Melvill had about three minutes of weightlessness at apogee, during which he ate M&Ms floating in the cabin. Gotta imagine the weightlessness made up for the 3 Gs of "eyeballs back" force and 4 Gs of "eyeballs down" force he felt during his vertical climb. He said at the after-action press conference that it felt like tumbling backwards.
From the ground, the ascent was invisible save for its contrail, a glistening line that streaked past the sun, faster than most things you can see from the ground. It looked flawless, though later we heard that Melvill had coped with a 90-degree roll to the left, and then another to the right, after release from the White Knight, and then later in the flight problems with the flight control surfaces -- that'd be moving the wings to steer -- dropped him back into the lower atmosphere and subsonic speeds about 22 miles off course. He still managed to glide back to Mojave beautifully.
It was a media scene, of course. New York Times, Washington Post, CBS, CNN, international media, Time, and my friend Brad Stone from Newsweek, with whom I drove down from San Fran. Lots of video and still photographers yelling at each other to get out of the way, lots of scrums of journalists forming around anyone who seemed to have anything to say. In official media lingo, it's what called a "clusterfuck" (hey, Chris, are we allowed to cuss on this thing?).
Hell of a lot of fun, though. I like hanging around with other science reporters. High geek quotient. And now I've been in the game long enough so I often have acquaintances in common with them, so we can gossip. Just like any conference.
And what really interests me -- what I'm trying to do more reporting on now -- is what it means to be a "spaceport," as Mojave Airfield now is in the eyes of the Federal Aviation Administration. Mojave's a bit of a one-horse town; as I ate chicken-fried steak with mashed potatoes and cream gravy in Jerry's restaurant last night the place didn't seem much like a bustling port, a Casablanca of the future. But the town seems to think getting certified will bring in more economic development, and indeed Mojave Field is already full of aerospace companies outside the NASA establishment, places with names like XCor and Flight Research, and even the defunct Rotary Rocket, which planned to get to space with a rocket hanging off of a helicopter. Let's just say it didn't work.
So...will people someday call down from orbit to tell us whether they're arriving at Mojave or a Sea Launch platform in the equatorial Pacific?